The Divine Arena.
It was not merely a building; it was a testament to the celestial engineering that only a clan with a hundred thousand years of dominance could conceive.
Carved from the heart of a fallen star and reinforced with millions of defensive runes made of liquid starlight, the structure was a gargantuan bowl that seemed to cradle the sky itself.
Its scale was so incomprehensible that it defied the limits of mortal vision; the seating tiers rose up like artificial mountains, layered in rows that could comfortably accommodate hundreds of millions of spectators.
Even the atmosphere within the arena was managed by ancient arrays, ensuring that every seat, from the lowest stone bench to the highest jade balcony, was saturated with a Qi so thick it shimmered like a golden haze in the afternoon sun.
At this moment, the air was a chaotic symphony of whispers, gasps, and the hum of spiritual energy as the masses gathered.
